I’m not controling you, unless you’re allowing yourself to be controlled like the witless tart that you are.
Challenge my thought…rival.
I don’t argue to prove you wrong, it’s to prove me right.
How sad a day it was when we met. So in love and yet, destined for this failure.
What a crash it is.
Saturday, April 11, 2009
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